Not So Average

Quick note- Not poetry, but a nice little short story that seems to go with the theme of this blog

There once was a girl. A teenage girl who, in her mind wasn't very spectacular, or extrordinary. Some people knew her, some did not. But this did not bother her at all. She tried her best in school, and did exceptionally well, though she was never commended for it. She didn't mind that at all though either. She lived an average school life and, although many of her interests were not considered average or ordinary, she lived the average life of a teen girl.

One day as this average girl was studying during one of her class periods the teacher left in order to tend to a private matter. For the most part the rest of the class was studying, silently working out their assignments in their head. When a few boys deceased their work and began socializing. The average girl was distraught for a quick moment, but shortly returned to her work. The average girl got deeper and deeper into the assignment, almost enjoying it, she was interrupted.

One of the boys was suddenly near her. With a proximity so close she could clearly understand him whisper. He questioned her about her daily activitites and interests and hobbies. Before she could answer any of his inquiries, the two were scolded by the teacher who had returned from her previous whereabouts. The boy shrugged, winked and then sat back down. He returned to his work quietly, but did not give off a defeated mannerism.

The average girl tried to return to work, but couldn't. Something pulled her out of her concentration. Pulled her interest of the assignment away from her. Was it shock from being scolded? She did not believe so. She turned her glance from the teacher to the boy who had attempted to introduce himself. There was something about this boy. An aura or some other strange force about him had power over the girl's attention. But the average girl did not know why. He was a rowdy, trouble making individual, always making a brief yet intruding racous in the classroom environment. And yet, he did not seem arrogant like other boys, he did not seem so full of himself as teeangers do. He seemed, at least somewhat intelligent. Which was hard to come around at the school. He was small, scrawny, but there was a fiery will that said to all others he could do anything. The average girl was interrupted in her thoughts by the school bell.

Time to go home. It was a warm, orange filled, autumn day, when the average girl began walking home. Never had she left class with her work unfinished. She was so distracted by that boy. And then a very strange thought occured to her on this one strange day of her normally average life.

That boy is... kind of... cute.